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[tiistirtipii]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIRST KANAPHAN

[always-against-the-grain]

the hangover

Summary: Negan punishes you for being hungover during a run.

Pairing: Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: Negan smut, Negan x reader, rough smut

You lay flat on your stomach, one arm and leg hanging off the edge of the bed. In your slumber you could vaguely feel your symptoms of a migraine, dizziness, and nausea creeping up - they were instantly catalyzed by the sound of your alarm. You instinctively hit the snooze button and lifted your head to read the time:

5:00am

“fuckkkkk,” you groaned to yourself bringing your pillow over your head.

You told yourself you had to get up, you could not miss an assignment. Negan would have your ass, and not the way you would like him too.

You mustered your energy and literally rolled yourself onto your feet. You stumbled through your room, sporadically dressing. The fast movements amplified your symptoms, you occasionally had to stand still with a fist over your mouth to control your urge to puke. Your insane headache didn’t help either, it felt like someone stuffed cotton into your skull through your nostrils.

You’ve always had poor impulse control. Saying yes to another drink, another line or bump, yes to a stranger at the club. And last night yes to tequila with the rugby folks.

The semi and two other trucks were set to take off at 5:30. You were on track to be out there early but your bathroom break took longer than usual considering you urinated for what could have been 2 minutes,  took extra time to pep talk yourself and debated with your stomach over the sink. Which led to you getting (in your opinion) the worst seat in the house. The semi, sandwiched between the driver and Negan. 

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“Well good morning doll!” He said trough the rolled down window.

Jesus fucking christ wanna lower voice, you thought to yourself

“Good morning” you responded, your voice cracking as you scooted making more room for him.

Negan opened the door, got in, and you braced yourself.

Slam

Oh fuck, you felt like you skull was gonna burst with the pressure.

Negan observed you, noticing the subtle eye-roll under the skin of your eyelids, and your deep swallow - again holding down whatever you last drink and meal was. He knew.

The beginning of the ride was fine but after a half hour, your nausea was exacerbated. You tried to counteract the effects by taking deep breaths and small sips of water. Luckily you didn’t blow chunks in Negan.

The group scavenged some homes, and stores in a nearby plaza. Your last location was a pharmacy. You didn’t believe in god but at that moment there was a fraction of a possibility for you. Your first thought was to get your hands on some aspirin and some not-so-expired Gatorade. But first the job - supplies. You all cleared the place and began loading non-perishables and first aid items into your bags.

Negan walked down the hygiene aisle towards you.

“This is for you, Eddie.” His long arm stretched out to hand you a small white bottle.

You turned it around to read the label: 800mg ibuprofen

You played dumb, “what’s this for?”

“Com’n doll, I know a hungover kid when I see one”

You smiled down at the bottle in disbelief, “Guess I didn’t hide it very well”

“You most certainly did not,” he teased, “I mean, you were boring as shit on the way up, kept drinking water - probably cause you didn’t wanna throw up, and you’ve had that same sheen of sweat on your face all day.”

“Plus” you leaned down towards your ear, you got a whiff of his cologne and felt the heat of his breath on your neck, “you’re a walking distillery.”

You looked up at him confused, you’re brain not having the best cognitive function at the moment to breakdown his metaphor.

“You reek of alcohol, hon”

“Shit, really?”

“Oh yeah, shits oozing outta you!”

“Fuck, alright, thanks for these,” you said gesturing at the bottle.

“No problem doll,” he walked behind you, putting a light hand on your hip, and whispered in your other ear,  “Oh, and we’ll discuss this event further”

What the fuck does that mean?

The ride back was much better. You were tired and almost caught yourself falling asleep on Negan’s shoulder. 

When you arrived the other group was already in the garage ready to unload. Negan stepped out of the semi and held the door open as you followed. You took three steps before Negan hooked his hand under your arm pulling you back. He turned you around.

“Listen, as cute as I found your little attempt to hide your hangover, you could’ve seriously compromised the run. And I can’t let that go unpunished.”

Those words, his voice, instantly turning you on. You wanted to rub one out right there in front of him.

“So eat, get cleaned up, whatever but meet me in my room immediately after”

You nodded in understanding, he released you with a slight push. _______

You made your way through the hallways, nervous and a little scared but mostly hoping it’d end up like last time.

You knocked on Negan’s door.

“Come in!”

You opened the door slowly and stepped inside.

“Have a seat doll” he gestured with his pen toward the couch across the coffee table from where he was sitting.

Negan was on a long coach, ankle on his knee, jotting things down in a notebook, probably taking inventory from today. He was wearing a cotton white tee and his usual black pants.

You sat down. Waiting for him to say something. But there was nothing.

“So, you wanted to talk?” You broke the silence.

“Damn straight I do.” He said not looking up from his notes. “What you pulled today, was unacceptable, so we’re gonna come up with an appropriate sanction. And I’ll let you make the first offer” he finished his final markings and drew his eyes to you.

“I am personally am not a fan of consequences so I couldn’t tell you”

“Com’n, you’re smart, well, most of the time, what do you think I should do with you?”

There was another streak of quiet.

“Well I’m thinking you can have 2 weeks of fence duty, or considering our history, we can come up with a private punishment that serves both parties” he suggested. “I think you’ll enjoy the latter, but no pressure doll, it’s your choice. I won’t force anything on ya, just thought we’d have a little fun.”

“Like a sexual punishment?” You wanted clarification

“That’s a safe assumption to make, Eddie” he laughed, knowing you weren’t so innocent but still managed to ask the question.  

“Well, I don’t want fence duty cause it’s been hotter than the devil's dick lately.”

Negan laughed, “you got some colorful language there doll”

“So what do you have in mind?” You asked, adjusting yourself in your seat, stuffing your foot under your knee.

He set his notepad off to the side and rubbed the stubble on his chin, “What are you into?”

“Well, I, uh, never -“

“You haven’t had this sort of sexual experience have you?” He tried to put the pieces together

“...um, no,” you said shyly

“Oh okay. I want you to know that with me, you just gotta let me know what you like and what you don’t and I’ll adjust. You know I don’t disappoint. So, Is there anything you want to try?”

“Well, you’ve probably noticed, I like being roughed up, manhandled if you will. So...”

“Have you ever tried spanking?”

“I mean it’s happened a during sex, hell you did it last week, but not as an isolated thing”

“How do feel about me bending you over my bed and giving you your punishment?”

You looked over to his bed, and back at him, “yeah, I’m open to that”

Negan pushed off his knees and stood up. You looked up at him from your seat, his predatory eyes making your core tingle. You got up to meet him.

He began attacking your neck, sucking hard at your skin here and there, drawing out moans from you. His hands wandered at your back, made their way under the crewneck sweater you were wearing.

“No bra?”

“Thought I’d make this go quicker”

“Is your mind always in the dirty gutter?”

“Not as much as yours” you whispered in half moans

His hands made their way to your chest, pinching your erect buds.

“Fuck” you groaned

He pulled the hoodie off, revealing your upper half. His hands hooked under both sides of your jaw and began kissing your lips, slipping his tongue in your mouth.

Both of you staggered towards the bed.

“Bend over. Hands behind your back”

You did as you were told. You heard the clicking of his belt. You were worried he was gonna use that on you. You turned her head back, trying to get a better look.

“Relax doll, this is for something else.”

He grabbed your wrists and wrapped his belt around them. He then slipped your loose fitting running shorts down mid-thigh, eyes locking with your womanhood.

“Do I turn you on this much doll?” He asked, taking a thumb and spreading your juices around, swirling it around your clit.

You wiggled your hips trying to get more friction. 

Negan removed his finger, “not yet”

“So you want 10 hard ones or 20 moderate ones? Before I fuck into next week” he asked and he roughly caressed your buttocks.

“10”

“Alright. I want you to count them out, you miss one doll and we’re starting from the top”

“Yes, sir”

Negan groaned at your words, squeezing your cheeks one last time. There was a pause before you felt the first one.

Smack

Ah fuck

“One” you moaned, eyes glued shut. It hurt but you were oddly into it.  

Smack

“Two”

Smack

“T-three” you began breathing heavy

Smack

It took a little longer to answer

“Four,” you said softer

“What was that sweetheart?” He asked menacingly

You didn’t answer, you knew he heard you and you hated repeating yourself, the situation didn’t change that.

“You know the rules. You don’t answer we start over” He reminded you

“You won’t” you challenged him

His clothed body leaned over you, feeling his semi-hard bulge over your ass. He tangled his hand in your hair and pulled your head back.

“From the top” he ordered and carelessly let you head fall

Smack

“One” your voice at a slightly higher pitch

Smack

“Two”

Smack

“Three”

Smack. That one a little extra hard on the next one, your wrists wrestling against the belt around them.

“Four,” you said it clearly this time.

After he got to the fourth one for the second time he gave he gently rubbed his markings, giving you some relief, and switched cheeks.

Smack

“Five” you gritted through your teeth

“Halfway there doll. And damn baby, you are soaking” he brought his fingers to your center again, feeling your slickness. He brought two fingers inside you and you bit down on the sheets hoping he’d give you release.

You slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb playing with your bundle. When he felt your walls quiver he pulled them out, causeing a frustrated sigh to exit you.

“Patience, doll”

Fuck you

Without warning, he brought the next blow

“Agh! - Six!”

“You alright doll?” He wanted to make sure you were okay with everything.

You nodded, your cheek rubbing against his sheets.

Smack

“S-Seven”

Smack

Smack

“Eight! Nine!”

You were heaving, your face buried into the mattress, your torso rising and sinking, your back glistening with sweat.

He stepped back and pulled your shorts all the way down through your ankles. He roughly spread your legs out more.

The next blow went where you didn’t expect it to.

Smack right on your center

You moaned loudly and he entered you in one swift motion, you didn’t have time to fully register the sting or count it. He grabbed onto the belt, bringing your upper body slightly off the mattress. He jackhammered into you. Wet, slapping sounds filling the room.

He felt you getting close, your center squeezing his member tighter and your moans getting louder. He let his grip on the belt relax and you flopped back onto the mattress.

He shimmed his hand to your front, causing his body to press against you tightly. His penetration was slower, but he took his time to go extra deep, while his fingers worked your clit.

“I’m close” you barely got out.

He kept himself buried deep, his girth keeping you stretched out, he focused on stimulation.

“Com’n, Eddie, come for me” he practically ordered.

God his fingers

You tensed up and immediately came undone. Sighing in relief.

“There she is” Negan praised

Negan pulled out of you. And began caressing your vulva. You jolted forward at the oversensitivity.  

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet” he gripped your hips and pulled you back into place.

He utilized your secretions and brought his fingers to your puckered hole. Spreading your juices around it.

“This okay doll?”

Fuck it

“Yes da-, yes sir”

“Daddy huh? You can call me that, dirty girl”

His fingers continuing the swirling motions

“So is this okay doll?” he leaned over and nibbled at your muscular shoulder.

“Yes, daddy”

He straightened up and worked one finger in and felt you tense up.

“Shh, shh, relax doll. I got you” He soothed you, and began pumping that single finger in and out.

You felt more liquid land on your hole, you were certain he used his spit, but it helped his finger enter and exit much easier.

After serval minutes he asked, “ready for another one?”

You nodded

Smack

“Answer me!”

“Yes”

Smack

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy”

He slid a second finger inside you. It was tight and stung a little but it was also pleasurable. You started to back your hips into his fingers.

“That’s it” he encouraged

He pulled his fingers out and rubbed the tip of his dick at your hole. He pushed his half his head in and pulled out, he performed that movement several times.

“I’m going to go inside you now, sweetheart”

“Okay,” you said nervously

“If it’s too much you can tell me to stop, and I’ll stop” he reassured you

He pushed his entire head in. It was wider than his two fingers but not unbearable. He stilled for a moment.

“Relax”

You took semi-deep breathes. Negan pushed half-way on your exhale.

“That’s it, keep breathing”

Negan timed his movements. Every time you breathed in he exited and when you breathed out he pushed back in. Eventually hiding his whole member inside you.

“Harder” you muttered at him

“Your a fucking bad girl, Eddie. Wanting me to fuck your ass harder”

He dug his fingers into your hips and pumped violently into you.

“I’m gonna come in your ass” telling you, not asking.

His groans and movements became frantic, and with one final grunt, Negan blew his load into you. Giving you lazy pumps as he softened.

He pulled out of you, and you heard his zipper close. But he wasn’t done yet.

He brought his hand back to your recently used entrance and used his dripping cum as a lubricant. He scissored your anus while using his other hand to flick your clit. You began bucking against him, faster and faster, feeling the coil tighten in your gut, eventually convulsing around his digits.

“Ah fuck!”

He pulled off his shirt and wiped your back dry, making his way to your center to clean both of your fluids.

He tossed his shirt to the side, untied you, and gave you a playful, light smack, “try to handle your liquor better next time”

You sat at the edge of his bed feeling the ache on your backside and rubbed your wrists. Negan was washing his hands in his small kitchen.

“I can handle my liquor, Negan” you told him

Negan laughed, turning off the faucet, flicking the excess water off his hands. He reached for the overhead counters and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and set on the counter.

“Let’s see” he turned to you, daring you.  

[mrostarri]

Campbell Science is the Place for Me and You

A Camp Camp/Portal AU (Portal Portal) Fic.

(First few chapters already posted on my AO3)

2: Well, friend, I don’t know what to say.

Max makes a new friend, which he didn’t really want in the first place. Though he did say he could get Max out of there…

Oh, and there’s also the portal gun. That’s pretty cool.

Previous chapter -:- Next chapter

AO3

Warnings: Swearing

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Despite the trickle of light that had led him into the room, it was still pretty dark. Max could see a few shapes in the dim area - several of them clearly cube-shaped.

Which was all he really needed to see.

He was about to turn and walk back out when he noticed in the corner: a model that was distinctly humanoid, at least from the torso upwards. The rest seemed to be attached to something in the ceiling, and the model appeared to be switched off and left suspended upside-down. From that distance, at least. He started to approach the machine-

“Hello!”

-Only to jump backward, cursing out loud in shock. The machine started to twitch and raised its head up to look at him. A pair of cold eyes were locked with Max’s, glowing light blue and casting a faint tinge over the rest of the room, and the machine was smiling at him.

The voice that accompanied it was robotic, and a little deeper than David’s. “I knew someone was alive in here! Well, not until you walked in here, in front of me. I thought all the subjects were stuck in suspension. Something about power shortages? I don’t know, they didn’t tell me. No point telling little ol’ Daniel anything if he’s supposed to be deactivated. Didn’t even want to put me in charge of the remaining subjects or anything, noooo, just leave me hanging from the ceiling in this tiny room.”

Max listened to the machine ramble on for another few minutes before he turned again on his heel and made his way back out, examining one of the cubes on the way.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

Max didn’t bother to turn around again. “I was trying to find a way out, but if I have to choose between two ways to suffer, I’d rather go with the testing. At least there’s some fucking light in the chambers,” he said, the disdain in his voice obvious. There was a small whirring sound, which he assumed was the machine lowering himself further down.

“I can get you out!”

This time, Max swivelled around to face him. “You can?”

“… Yes. I know how to get through the facility and find the exit. I have been here for a while, you know. I can help you!” There was some hesitation, which Max noticed almost immediately.

“I seriously doubt that.”

“It’s true! I know how to help you escape. And anyway, you said yourself, isn’t that what you’re looking for?” The machine moved closer to Max. “Don’t you want to be free from the testing? It must be very tedious, having to do the same thing over and over again, for hours. Well, what if I told you it didn’t have to be? I can help you get out of here.”

Max thought for a moment. Should he trust this AI, that he found hidden away? The promise of escape was too tempting to refuse, but there was also the chance that he was going to get killed. Then again, the other option was leaving, and going back to the testing with David.

There was no fucking way he was going to go back.

Max sighed before he said, “Alright, fine, deal. How the fuck are you going to get me out of here?”

The machine’s eyes lit up brighter, presumably in excitement. “Great! Don’t worry about that. Just let me help you. And before we begin, I should’ve told you earlier, my name is Daniel!”

He extended a metal hand for Max to shake, which the other cautiously did after a second. He didn’t say a word in response.

“Now! I can move through the ceiling, but you’ll have to go on through the elevator. Go into the next chamber. You’re looking for a gun that makes holes.”

“Holes.”

“Not bullet holes- I mean… You’ll know when you find it,” Daniel explained - or, rather, struggled to, “I’ll meet you ahead. Good luck!” He raised himself up into the ceiling through an opened gap, leaving Max on his own. Realising that there was no way out of it, Max sighed and trudged back to the elevator, taking it down to the next level.

The lack of a greeting from David upon entering the test chamber was both a surprise and a relief. It was eerily quiet, but at the same time there was nobody to stop Max from doing anything here (he assumed). In the centre of the room was a strange gadget, a white tube-like device with three crooked attachments on one end that were sparking orange and blue. It was attached to an unguarded podium, ready to be taken.

Max lifted the device and slid his arm through the open end. Was this the gun that Daniel was talking about? It didn’t look much like one, but he still hadn’t tested it. Aiming at a concrete wall nearby, he fired. An orange-rimmed hole opened up, similar to the one he fell through at the start, where the light ‘bullet’ landed. He fired again next to it, and the same happened, except the hole was blue instead.

“Huh. Guess these were the holes Daniel was talking about.”

Speaking of the devil, there was a soft thump above Max, after which Daniel’s voice filtered through, “Did you find the portal gun?”

Max looked back at the holes and answered with a “Yes…?”. He fired a blue hole into another side of the room and stepped through, finding himself at the place he had fired the orange hole. Definitely portals. As he was testing the portal gun, Daniel lowered himself through the ceiling, and when he saw Max he jumped in shock.

“AH! Oh, it’s just you. You look… uh… great, yeah,” he said, “Are you okay? Don’t feel any lack of cognitive function, or anything?”

“Uh… yeah? Why the hell would you ask me that?” Max asked, raising a brow at the machine. Now that it was light, he looked almost too much like a human - right down to the illusion of a collared shirt and a metallic cowlick of hair.

“Oh, well… Most subjects experience some cognitive deterioration after spending a few months in suspension, and you’ve probably spent quite a lot longer like that. So… you may have a minor case of serious brain damage.”

Max’s expression quickly switched from shock to annoyance.

“Don’t be alarmed!” Daniel tried to reassure him, “Though if you do feel alarmed, try to hold onto that feeling, since that’s the proper reaction to being told you have serious brain damage.”

Max continued to glare at him.

“Okay, there’s another part of this chamber ahead. There’s a secret entrance we can use in there, that I can hack open.” On that note, Daniel disappeared into the ceiling again. The area he was talking about was on a raised section, so Max used the portal gun to enter the orange portal and reach the higher part from the blue portal. Daniel was waiting for him. A section of the wall opened nearby, which he enthusiastically gestured to.

“Bam! Secret panel! We can take this route to the exit and avoid the other test chambers!” he exclaimed. Max rolled his eyes and moved towards the opening, only to be stopped by Daniel calling to him.

“Well? Aren’t you going to show me the way?” Max asked him, impatient. Daniel paused before he answered.

“Yes, but I have to detach myself from the rail above. And… I’ve been told if I do that, I’ll die. They… didn’t really elaborate on that,” he explained. Max groaned before positioning himself near Daniel.

“Fine, just do it. You probably won’t die, unless it’s connected to a power store or some shit like that. I’ll catch you if it’ll make you feel better about doing it.”

Daniel pondered this for a minute, which Max complained through, before he prepared himself to detach from the rail, mumbling a countdown to himself.

“One, two, three CATCH ME CATCH ME CATCH ME- OW!”

There was a sharp ‘clang!’ as he landed face-down on the grey tiles, metal arms and legs flat on the ground. His head lifted, blue eyes flickering as he took in what had happened.

“I… am… not dead!”

Max muttered how he could see that under his breath as Daniel pushed himself onto his feet. His balance wasn’t perfect, but he quickly managed to regain it before he fell over again. Back straightened and head held high, the AI led Max through the open panel and onto a steel pathway. There was little conversation between them - Daniel did most of the talking - until they reached a red laser beam across the path. Max was confused while Daniel shuddered to himself.

“Oh boy. Just… come on, keep moving.”

“Hello?”

The second voice came from the source of the beam. Another robot lay on its side, white and black metal covering its body. Two glowing red eyes stood out to Max. They were afraid.

“No, no, we’re fine!” Daniel called to it, not stopping but turning back to whisper to Max, “Don’t make eye contact.”

“What is it?”

“Doesn’t matter, keep going.”

“I’m different…”

He strode ahead, and Max slowly followed, still looking at the robot. He didn’t bring it up again, since it probably wouldn’t be worth it. Most of the robots he’d met (well, the only one he’d met in person) already looked eerily human for Max’s tastes.

What unnerved him about the other robot was how it looked an awful lot like a young boy.